Page 103 of Of Kings and Thieves

When I was naked, Col gazed at me openly, hazel eyes glowing with a predatory light. “On the table,” he commanded.

I didn’t hesitate, climbing onto the massive oak table. The wood was cool against my heated skin as I stretched out before him. His fingers traced down between my breasts, following the valley of my stomach.

“So beautiful,” he rasped. “All mine.”

Col then pulled away from me slightly and slid his hands up from my hips to cup both of my breasts tenderly in his palms. His mouth found its way down to them again and he took turns licking and nipping at the sensitive flesh until I was breathless with pleasure.

He climbed onto the table and kissed me hungrily, his hard body pressed against mine. His hands slid over my curves, stroking and exploring until I felt like I was burning alive with pleasure.

Col grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head before slowly lowering his lips to mine again. We were skin to skin, his hard length pressed against my softness. I rocked my hips, craving more, but Col gripped them firmly.

“Wait,” he chided. His eyes were heavy-lidded, breath coming fast. “I mean to take my time with you.”

I groaned with impatience. “That’s just wrong. I’ve waited all these weeks—”

Col ran his tongue along my jaw, teasing me with soft kisses. He then trailed down to the hollow of my throat, where he circled his tongue around its pulse point.

He shifted his weight and settled between my legs, pressing himself against me even more firmly. With a growl he then ground his hips into mine, his cock sliding up and down outside where I wanted him most.

“I hate you so much right now,” I said, lifting my hips in frustration. Col smirked and spread my legs even wider, shifting over me so that his balls pressed between my legs, creating delicious friction that made us both gasp out loud with pleasure.

I ran my hands along his back and shoulders, exploring every inch of him, my fingers tracing the hard curves of muscle beneath his skin. His breath caressed my neck as he moved against me, pushing me further into a state of bliss with each gentle movement.

Our desire seemed to grow more intense with each second that passed until I could no longer stand it. I wanted him inside me, all of him, but he kept teasing me instead. He had released my hands in favor of touching the rest of my body. I reached between us and grabbed his cock, giving it a firm squeeze before running my finger over the head. Col moaned and grabbed my wrist before getting up and walking to the window.

I rolled onto my stomach and watched as Col untied the cords from one of the heavy drapes. When he came back to the table, he flipped me over and proceeded to tie me to the table legs. My arms were stretched above me, my legs spread for him. He leaned down and kissed me deeply before standing up to admire his handiwork.

I lay there, splayed out on the oak table as Col’s gaze lit fire all over my skin. He began to drag his fingers over my body, starting at my neck, tracing circles on my skin before dragging his fingertips down to the top of my breasts. My nipples hardened at the contact and a flush spread across my chest.

Col then moved farther down, pausing to tease each of my nipples with soft pulls before continuing his journey. His thumb circled around my navel, sending tingles through me before coming to rest between my legs.

I trembled as he slowly began to insert two fingers inside me, exploring me with gentle strokes that sent pleasure radiating throughout my entire body. His other hand cupped my pussy from outside, adding its own layer of sensation as he shifted the pressure of each stroke—teasing and tantalizing me until I thought I might go mad with pleasure.

Then he dipped his head to trace delicate patterns over my clit, teasing but never quite giving me what I needed. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as I bucked against him.

Let me come, I pleaded. Please, Col. I need—

He hummed against my clit and slid his fingers deeper inside me.

I cried out at the sensation, inner muscles clenching around him. Col pumped his fingers slowly, curling them just so with every stroke. His mouth closed over my clit, sucking hard, and I shattered.

The orgasm tore through me, a raging inferno that burned away thought and reason. Col kept his fingers moving, drawing out my pleasure until I was boneless and trembling.

Only then did he raise his head, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand. His eyes gleamed down at me, filled with masculine satisfaction at undoing me so thoroughly.

He climbed up my body and pressed the broad head of his cock against my lips. He smirked. “You distracted me with this idea yesterday morning. I told you I’d make you pay.”

I grinned. Had it really only been a day since we’d made love through the bond? So much had changed since then.

I eagerly opened my mouth to accept him, wrapping my lips around him and taking him as deep as I could. I licked and sucked hungrily, wanting to make this experience last as long as possible.

Col started thrusting his hips into my mouth with increasing intensity, his movements becoming harder and faster, and he kept pushing the limits of what I could handle.

Just as it seemed like Col was about to come, he pulled out of my mouth with a loud groan. He then climbed off the table, breathing raggedly. I was still spread for him, my lips swollen and bruised, my pussy wet and eager. I whimpered in protest, but he just raked his gaze hungrily over my body as he untied the cords from my ankles.

He leaned down to kiss me softly on the lips. “You’re amazing,” he said as he pulled away and looked into my eyes. “I’m so glad you’re mine.”

Without warning, he untied my arms and flipped me onto my stomach. He resecured my arms to one of the table legs so that I was bent over, ass presented to him like an offering.

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